"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, October 10, 2010

A Segue from Magpie #35

After posting my "Leaf Ride" poem for this past weeks

Magpie Tales, Stafford Ray made a comment on my blog:

"First we rode in a side box on the old Indian, then we had a three ton truck and kids rode in the back, no sides or anything to hold us in, then we had a car and all sat inside. Then we had seat belts in front and no babies allowed to ride on laps, then no arms outside windows, then everyone had to have a seat belt, then no phones in the car. Why not make them completely safe and ban people from using cars at all... except for leaf rides!"

Well- that triggered another poem. Which I then sent to

Stafford and he replied with his version. I like his better

than mine, and he says he likes mine better.

So- here are both for all of you to enjoy!Cheers!

Kathe's version:

First the covered wagonChildren running alongsideThen the Model TKids bouncing loosely insideNow we're all buckled inWith no laps to sit onChildren watching DVD'sInstead of life flying byAll I can say is-"Good grief why?"

Stafford Ray's version:

Before 999.

First the lumb’ring ConestogaTook us where we had to go. AFew years on, a bouncy rideIn Model T, thrown ‘round inside.Now with belts and bags and lawsNo kids on laps, and child proof doorsIt seems the fail-safe life we leadIs fool-proof, holeproof, guaranteedStrapped in children, eyes transfixedOn DVD’s, adventure missedSo much of life goes flying by.And I just wonder: “Good grief, why.

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